Before after

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No matter how hard I try

I can’t get past, missing you

It has become all too familiar

Like that moment in time, just before

Everything that matters- changes

The gravity of reality was too much

To bear even for my reluctant tears

And like my heart, they fell, splattered

“I miss you” couldn’t begin to cover

The raw scars left in your place

To accompany those moments

I’ve regrettably have come to hate:

A plethora of moments before

Cruelly subsequence your departure

Before I learned my invincibility

Was found cloaked in your arms

Before I knew your love for me

Could touch so deep- within

Before the taste of your lips

Would become my only hunger

Before the pain that now defines me

Reminds me, I simply can’t endure

Before every bound memory of you

Also binds all happiness I’ve known

Even now my brave tears cling

To the endless redness of my eyes

And like that micro moment before

Dawn blushes color of the next horizon

I feel your cold absence…ever more

 

Poet of the Light © 2020

 

 

 

Published by Poet of the Light

email me if you wish. poetofthelight5@gmail.com If you chose to attack me, I reserve the right to presume you don't exist and unworthy of a retort, or I may just write you and your ignorance out of my mind. ;-) Truth be told~ I’ve no idea what kind of writer or poet I am, how good or how bad really. In this day and age it seems, we sometimes get likes (feel obligated) because we liked someone work/art or message. I’m not keen to that concept, albeit I understand others might be trying to be supportive- within that gray area so as not to seem critical, to someone they perceive as a lessor learner. I tend to write from past experiences, (not all my own) and some are even new drafts of old versions of writes from a more modern view/voice or understanding. I enjoy being a tad provocative in the sense of stirring up ones emotions. I oft dismiss the mechanics because they tend to hinder realities honest and authentic voices conveying a truth, even if but their own. Reminding others in my message what having a loss feels like, traversing as a frail vessel adrift at on a sea of bitterness- alone or a new love acquired, and usually from a childish perspective. All writers have goals and many have entrenched agenda’s but for me, I have the need to write. Everything I write comes from my heart. I share them here, amongst those who might relate, might appreciate what is my style, my tone, my tragedy, my perspective, my naked vulnerability as whispers- from the scars on my heart. I like to think of myself as a high-wire balancing ambivert that can slip one way or another on the stretched tether of my heart whereas poetry serves as my balancing rod. Thank you for reading and your visit. Perhaps we will dance like love birds, to the same intertwining music as we delve in cryptic words on inked pages during our life's…song?

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